Genie Plus 3 Fin

All Richie could think about as he entered the conference room was, ‘this is boring…’ His thoughts seemed to have relaxed but he didn’t want to be here anymore. The pool sounded better or even a gym. His bicep naturally flexed at the thought of working it out a little bit more. The large round muscle pressed hard against his sleeves and threatened to rip them.

“Master, you should make a wish,” the genie said.

“You think?” Richie asked. A thought deep down in his subconscious was telling him no, but he brushed it aside. “I guess you’re right. But what should I wish for?”

“Anything you want master,” the genie replied.

“But when I make a wish you can change it,” Richie said.

“Hmmm…” the genie took a moment to think about it. “That’s true, but I won’t change it too much.” 

“Who are you talking to?” Brandon asked. He towered over Richie even more. The growth was exponential and he must have been over 7 feet tall by now with nearly 800 pounds of solid muscle. His body bulged in every direction, with his rod pointed out in front of him. The over foot member was huge but almost looked proportional on his oversized body.

“Just myself…” Richie lied. “Hey, what would you wish for if you could right now?”

Brandon gave it a bit of thought. His hand went under his chin and he stroked it softly. “Me? Right now. Jeez. I don’t know. There are so many things I could wish for I wouldn’t even know where to begin. What are some of the rules? Like do I have a limit or does it have to be reasonable? Or what?”

Several more inches of height stretched Brandon’s growing body out as more muscle mass was added. He didn’t seem to pay any attention to it, nor his throbbing cock. Despite the wish saying he’d be hornier, he seemed to have almost complete control over it. 

But still Richie sighed, forgetting how specific Brandon had to be. “I wish when I asked someone what they would wish for, they would answer it honestly and you had to grant it for them.” The genie nodded his head and granted the wish. There wasn’t much to change about it.

“Huh?” Brandon asked again. “Who are you talking to?”

Richie ignored the question. “What would you wish for?”

“I wish I wasn’t the only one walking around naked,” Brandon answered quickly. The genie smiled and changed it ever so slightly. “I wish I wasn’t the only one proud to be walking around naked.” Instantly Brandon’s back straightened up and he could feel a sense of pride in his naked body. Yet there were several other people who had the same happen to them. Their fancy suits started to disappear from their bodies, leaving only their naked forms on show. It didn’t matter if some of them were fit, overweight, thin, hairy, or completely clean shaven each one who stood there in their now naked form looked proud to do so. 

“What the… What the…” Brandon sputtered a few times as he looked around the conference room. “What was that? One second I was just talking about something and then the next I was making a wish. How does that even happen? I was simply--”

“What do you wish for?” Richie interrupted.

“I wish I wasn’t so horny,” Brandon answered instantly. The genie smiled and shifted a few words around. “I wish everyone here was this horny.” 

Around the conference there were so many people who suddenly felt the sexual pleasure take them over. In their fancy suits they all tried to act calm and like nothing was happening, but the clear bulges in their fronts and small stains from the pre dripping from their dicks. A few of the guys couldn’t hold on and actually came, causing even bigger stains. Some tried to hide it. 

“What was that? Why did I just say that to you? And why did it happen?” the more Brandon looked around the more confused he got. 

Richie just smiled as he walked away, ignoring Brandon. He saw Mr. Higgins and Mr. Quincey talking to each other as they tried to pretend they weren’t currently sporting boners. The one in Mr. Quincey’s pants was a bit larger, but neither was going to address it. They just tried their best to talk like nothing was happening even though each swipe at their cock was not discrete at all. 

“What do you wish for?” Richie addressed Mr. Quincey. He didn’t care if he was interrupting their conversation.

“I wish I was 20 again,” Mr. Quincey responded. Mr. Higgins looked at him confused. Mostly because he didn’t know why Mr. Quincey would have stopped their conversation so abruptly. Or maybe it was because he didn’t know why Mr. Quincey would wish to be a 20 year old bodybuilder, as he was one.

But to Mr. Quincy he wasn’t sure what was going on as his body quickly started to bulk out. The old faded muscles grew strong and the pressure from his dick only grew stronger. With the amount of testosterone flowing through his body he couldn’t think about anything other than his throbbing cock. That and his firm oversized muscles. Apparently the additional wish had made him one of the proud to be naked as the suit he was wearing disappeared to show off those muscles.

Mr. Quincey flexed his arm, proud that it didn’t have to be covered up but he still didn’t know what just happened. “Wha--”

“What do you wish for?” Richie interrupted him again. 

“I wish I could get off without it being inappropriate,” Mr. Quincey answered. He didn’t know why he said it. Or why he would have wished, “I wish Mr. Higgins could get me off without it being inappropriate.” Sure he liked the older man, almost saw him as a father figure, but right now he turned to the older man. “What do you say?”

Mr. Higgins felt a rush of joy run through his body but he quickly scolded it out of him. He wasn’t gay. It didn’t matter how shiney and well groomed the 20 year old had been. Nor did it matter how proudly he walked around without any clothes on. He had to say, “No,” but deep down he was fighting the urge to get his older body down on his knees and worship that large cock pointed in his direction.

“What do you wish for,” Richie asked him.

“I wish I wasn’t so attracted to Mr. Quincey,” Mr. Higgins answered. But he felt the words change as he was saying them. “I wish I was only attracted to Mr. Quincey.” He tried to deny the new feelings he was having but it was impossible. Especially as their memories changed. Once Mr. Quincey had stepped into Mr. Higgins office he felt an emotion he’d never felt before. The attraction was too much. He tried to deny it but it wouldn’t go anywhere.

Even now he tried to push more room in between them but it only made him want to get closer. Richie could see him fighting his urges. “What do you wish for?”

“I wish I could think about something other than Mr. Quincey,” but the the wish was instantly changed to, “I wish I could think about sexually pleasing nobody other than Mr. Quincey.” The new rush of emotions running through him. He tried to push them off but they only grew stronger. Every bit of Mr. Higgins’ body seemed to call out to him. The thick juicy pecs, wide shoulders, strong arms and legs. Then there was that massive cock pointed right at him. He could almost feel the member in his hands as he rubbed it back and forth. 

The thoughts were getting to him. He didn’t even realize he’d gone down to his knees. He stared up at the thick pecs looking down at him. Then reached out for the hard cock. His hands gently gave it a tug. The loud pleased groan filled his ears. It encouraged him. 

But he didn’t know why Mr. Higgins’ would have been holding back. It would have been fine if he came right then and there. ‘Trying to enjoy it as much as me,’ Mr. Quincy grinned to himself. He pulled at the cock a little more. A bit of pre dripped onto the tip. He could hear another loud groan. Mr. Quicey’s cock throbbed as well.

He leaned in and gave the tip of Mr. Higgens’ cock a kiss, licking the tip and talking in the salty taste. With the act of his hands, he could feel Mr. Higgins’ losing control. It didn’t matter how alpha of a cock he had, there was still a breaking point. All Mr. Quincey had to do, was find it. With another tug he felt the strong hand of his employee grip the back of his head. Mr. Higgins was doing everything he could do to make the pleasure last, but was quickly losing. 

Mr. Quincey gave the tip of his dick another kiss. The most sensitive part seemed to make him go wild. The young bodybuilder tried to hold it back but it was too much. He felt his balls release and spray his boss in the face. Loads of cum shot out of his dick and sprayed the other man in the face. He could feel the sticky substance start running down his face.

Richie smiled. The wishes felt good and everyone seemed to be enjoying them. However he turned to his genie. “What do you wish for?”

“I wish I could join you in your carnal pleasures,” the genie answered instantly. The wish was granted as he had no reason to change anything about it. “What? That’s not right!” The genie responded. 

“What do you mean?” Richie asked. He got up and person with the large broad shouldered genie. His thick finger ran around his thick hairy brown pecs. “That’s what you want isn’t it?”

“But the wish was only supposed to affect humans,” the genie tried to back away but his mind was starting to fill with the lust from Brandon’s wish. He could already feel his mind drifting into fantasies as Richie pressed forward.

“But you’re someone. So you have to grant the wish,” Richie smiled.

“But… But…” the genie sputtered, not ever thinking of himself as though he was. No master before had taken the time to think about him like that. They saw him solely as a tool. Yet this one, wanted more. He could feel the pressure being put on him. Richie pushed him over and sat on top of him.

“I wish I could take your massive dick easily,” Richie said.

The genie felt his brain go back to his wish and grant it. Instantly he had a large cock jutting out in front of him. He felt it jut up and more of his thoughts went to that head instead of his own. Then Richie had to go and sit on it. It slid in so easily yet the sensation was more than the genie had ever expected. His hands tried to grip the floor and his torso nearly shot up as his face made an unknown face. 

He felt more of it slide into the human. It just kept going. Inch by inch it slid in so easily yet there was that constant pressure around it. He tried to resist but the temptation was taking over. He couldn’t deny the carnal pleasure as it was his wish. And then he felt himself release. A wave of pleasuring stimulants massaged his brain as he slowly came down from the high caused by the other man. The genie could feel himself enjoying every second of it as he released himself in the other man.

“Master,” the genie stated.

 “It’s alright,” Richie smiled. “We’ll enjoy this for now because I still have plenty of other wishes I would want you to grant.”